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($$$)Oh, my friend, you have been grossly misinformed you been diggin' that tomb straight out the womb to emerge in a uniform so i guess that you best stick to writin' jingles cause i got more craft in my trash than you got in your singles yo, i copped this tape and it sent my dome into a crazy place it kinda had me in a dope like state so, how many pigs would it take for me to let go of the mic backstage? not enough to steal each one of my dimes, nickels and pennies so why waste all this time on rhyme riddles if anything i'll just jump the gun like john wilkes-booth when its time to run hop the horse c'mon ride long don't look now but i got your tounge, i love the blood but i dont do sun i sleep in a coffin so i cant see day tomb diggin shovel gonna ease the pain no drugs in the womb, but i was born insane i got bugs in my room and they're eating my brain 6-26-85 my first impression 4-5-22-12-9-14 but a name shouldn't dictate direction call the hospital now you got a mixtape infection let em run a couple tests on the lobe in the front like, how many weeks in a minute rudeboy spacetime, no you cant speak til yer diner is finished have fun digesting the microphone sickness Letras de cancionesRUDE GIRL SLAMDANCE Dr. teeth conductor mayhem many, many volts, not one to be grounded you closed your eyes cause you liked how it sounded shook it to the left, took it to the right like that's how your sphere got mounted o yeah, better better put ya motherfuckin' mic down son From Letras Mania